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Tonight We Ride

by The Scene Is Now

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Moonlight, moonlight finds you sleeping Lazy evening time has come Dream on, my little one Ball and chain Timeless air Oh oh oh oh oh Lullaby Hummin, crickets seem to whisper Sleep tight / ‘til tomorrow comes Carefree, my little one Summer, fireflies are blinkin’ Tired hours rolling by Good night, my little one Skull alone Fun house door Oh oh oh oh oh Lullaby Sandman, sandman will come calling Take you to the clouds above Drift off, my little one Tilt-a-whirl / Ghostly chill Oh oh oh oh / Lullaby
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Big Steam 02:48
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Bucket 02:27
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Digest 02:44
The needle bounced Across the phonograph Freed from its course In the spiral track Distant rumbling In the ground below Foundations crumbling Way down there so Better sleep lightly, liebchen Take up the lantern And we’ll go Sirens whistle ‘Neath the yallow moon The singer’s rasp The drums, the mandolin Head down, Ringo Past the iron gate Cemetery Maple silver Draw your coat up tightly Gypsies will come to drive us Here we go Tourist bus arrives In Menlo Park Fours of sleep a night That’s all he needs Top starts spinning And the needle skips Congratulations Bass is rumbling Merry were all the muses The tapes are rolling Ready, go
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California 03:04
A fish of bones The fortunate prey Let your hand tell you Let your hand tell you I know we will go To the hole in the day To celebrate An occasion We’ll have a fish and a butter fried apple Repeat verse John’s in love with you So let your hand tell you So let your hand tell you Good enough, good enough, good enough, good enough Repeat verse John’s in love with you So let your hand tell you So let your hand tell you What is this text but something to play with.
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Some fathers live in filthy old cabins High in the mountains And make murderous noises Deep in their throats When their amazingly sharp ears detect On the floor of the valley An alien step (from The Dead Father by Donald Barthelme)
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Hepsy Brown 03:51
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Pinwheel 02:37
We’d have such a fantastic time at the fair If you’d come on along We’ll all be waiting Sitting there anticipating Keeping an eye open When the monorail comes passing by There will be a corkscrew slide And all the way down You can hold the pinwheel we’ll buy We’re flying high You say you don’t want to go To the fair You just want to stay home If a carnival sunset and a cotton candy moon Won’t entice you To stay all afternoon Whatever will?
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Just 24 hours from the vine to the brine But you gotta let ‘em soak for a long, long time Oh the well made pickle Is a taste sublime Well reach into that barrel wide Grab one of them pickles floatin’ inside Yeah, it’ll be sour But oh so fine, fine fine There’s a rod in pickle for you my son Spared not spoiled you’ll become Life may have its salty sting But a pickle is enough To make me sing Took a tumble into the brine Like the pickle, I’ll last a long time Pickle barrel, pickle barrel, pickle barrel, pickle barrel
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Dinah Shore 03:24
That’s a lotta beer Outside it’s cold Up ahead the film they’re showing Is old Dinah Shore Well, hold on Dinah Don’t let go Hold on, hold on You’ll wind up poor Wind up poor Like Dinah Shore No more ticker tape snow She had to blow her own horn Her clothes were kind of loose around her Take the road to Surrey Bring a parasol If your head aches in the cold wind Find the door Hold on Surrey And don’t let go Hold on, hold on You’ll ruin the floor Ruin the floor Girl next door That’s Amore Was playing on the radio She picked up that box And threw it to the street below
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Tin Roof 04:29
Tin roof, a whinin' wind Placard with the smoker's grin Rustle of the palm fronds All along, all along Overturned the blue canoe Weather is a memory Against the stone meal is ground Sizzling fat, dry blood brown Round about the vendors cry Chicken, pork, a yellow sky Waves above the road stone wall Running tune that is the Fall Night ends like this, a dream of soup stirring Night ends like this, not with souls burning Night ends like this The great weakness was the silence in the face of the lie The powerful are as glorious as the fruit that lies under the tree Market stall the beans laid out Thirsty seeds for this amount Umber fingers sweating count All along, all along Severed joints, bone pile scrap Swarming flies, a thunderclap Dust will rise before the rain Wooden room in standing cane To know the world beyond these fields Heat and shade, another stripe Conch shell pink and gold and white Singing still of tropic light Night ends like this, a dream of soup stirring Night ends like this, not with souls burning Night ends like this The great stillness bids them linger by the turn in the lane The powerless are as numerous as the pools left by the storm

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Originally released on Lost - Twin/Tone Records (TTL87127).
Reissued on CD December 9, 2008 by Lexicon Devil Records.

Songs (C) and (P) 1988 The Scene Is Now
CD Package (C) 2008 Lexicon Devil Records

Vinyl and CD versions will soon be made available for purchase on bandcamp.

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released February 14, 1988

The Scene Is Now: Dick Champ, Philip Dray, Tony Maimone, Jeff McGovern, Chris Nelson, WIll Rigby. All songs by The Scene Is now.
Backing vocals: Angel Dean on "Hepsy Brown," Lianne Smith on "Take the Local," Saxophones: Frank Slattery.

Text borrowed from William Shakespeare for "Full Fathom Five" and from Donald Barthelme for "Tofu Golf Course."

Remastered in 2008 by Jennifer Munson at Taloowa Mastering.

Thanks to Jan Dale and Greg Peterson.

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